Ophelia POV:
Arthur opened the door of the Rolls Royce, and I nodded my thanks as I sank into the opulent white leather interior. I still wasn’t used to the casual luxury that seemed to surround Arthur and his pack. I briefly wondered if I should have dressed up for the occasion, then quickly discarded the thought as absurd.
He was only driving me home from a tutoring session with his niece, not escorting me to a ball. Although part of me, unbidden, did wonder what that might feel like. Arthur might be a bit gruff sometimes, but I had to admit, he would definitely make a good, handsome prince.
However, handsome princes typically didn't buy women for breeding purposes, so maybe that wasn't necessarily an accurate description of the man seated next to me.